My Wild Flower
you are so near, yet so far so gentle, so calm, so tame, yet aloof you have a bleeding heart, yet hard as a rock a tender feeling, yet cold as the snow. your fragrance fills the air, yet you're nowhere to be found a word by the tip of the tongue, yet can not be spoken vivid as the sunlight, yet unseen you are a beauty to behold, yet a mystery. you are so intimate, yet scornful so graceful, yet cautious look so seasoned and ripe, yet bitter pleasant, warm yet cynical. lucky is the butterfly free to caress you in its arms free to smell and savor your sweetness free to get drunk with your nectar of happiness. pity will be the day, my wild flower your charm will fade in the sunset your lovely petals will wilt, will fall yes, you were indeed so beautiful...yet unloved! ;o) ~~***~~ Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 04:45 AM PST 0 • 8
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"you are so near, yet so far..."